Asked to climb high risers up to Zapotec’s pyramid plaza
I opt for resting by Jaguar’s stony paws
Asked to stand in line an hour or two to view
Oaxaca’s Noche de Rábanos
I settle for glimpses over crowds of heads
Asked to give pesos to a beauty with her infant
I give never enough
Asked to devour grasshoppers in spicy mole verde
I apologetically decline
Asked to sip spirits distilled from wild mountain agave
I do then buy maestro mezcalera’s
for tomorrow
Age is an acquired discriminating power
but quirky